If I read the play again, and again, and again, he’d know that I wanted to come back and he would bring me home. Home… I thought about that word as I started yanking shit out and tossing it all on the floor. Home was a strange concept. I never felt comfortable in my home, and that was the place you were supposed to feel comfortable, right? It was the place where everything was safe and okay… and I’d never felt that anywhere. Anywhere except with him.
